Lyrics:
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
Yeah, this is Dr. Dre
And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!
The album is 'Vehicle City'
Aftermath
This some 2018 shit
So
(Yeah we surrounded by them yeah)
(We surrounded by the we surrounded by the aye)
On the beach we surrounded by them bad bitches (by them bad
ain't no standstill
Bitch ass nigga made a mole out of anthill
Everybody shooting, don't know why you're using hands still
20 song album, but it's trash,
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both
album hit the shelf
Grandma's favorite, she could not understand
How there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighbor
Had to explain
me by my last name
I'm feeling I'm not apart of this
On my momma side
I'm more partisan
It's obvious
Record called Pollard
But I'm talking to Amarionte
with the business suit
(Gimme the loot)
Pockets overflowin’ and I still rob you (Heh)
Just copped the Wu-Tang album from the Feds
Now I’m ridin’ round,
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Hello Kitty on my wify wify
Gon be rich by any mean
Pull up in the slum with that Lamborghini
Martin Luther King it's started as dream yeah
Pull up in
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent
No tarot card reading; I'm foreseeing you niggas
Was geht ab? Wir sind am Chillen
Was geht ab? Ihr seid am Chillen (Chill man, chill)
Die Beginner sind am Chillen
Platin Martin ist am Chillen
(Hit-Boy)
A divine creature, ran through dimes, divas
I turned blocks to beaches
By the time you see us, we just turned tides even
Cuban chain,
time
To buy you up a chateau
Put your vision on a board by the front Do
Even though we still feel the knock of Jim Crow
Hindsight's 20/20 but your path
we was The Phase
And when it faded
15 Fubu went the way of No Limit
Felt so Puerto Rican when the Latin Explosion hit
And for a time Ricky Martin, JLo,
I pull up then i finesse this shit too easy in dis bitch
Too legit these niggas riding waves but i surf on my own
Keep a rod right by my side make
the crib, have me feeling like Ricky
Martin no Morty she porky like piggy
Came out of her clothes, she remind me of Pinky
Throwback lil hoe she admired my
far
Even Per'c think it happened fast, now I'm a star
She asked me how you pull off in the whip no key in there
She got distracted by my face and called
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